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She flipped through the book for a little while before she found what she wanted.

With a victorious noise, she gently pulled a purple indigo flower from the pages. She set it down on the counter and bustled off to fetch a glass of water.

She dropped the flower into the water, tapped the side and the water turned a deep, dark blue.

"We'll cut it after, gorgeous," she informed as she dipped her fingers into the blue water then touched Rai's hair with them. The droplets of blue water soaked into Rai's hair and spread, dying all the hair in it's wake a dark blue, just like that.

"And it's done. It'll stay like that pretty much indefinitely. If you wanna shake it up and go bright green or something, let me know."

"A sexy red number, maybe? Lot of pretty lace. From a photo shoot with Lydia way back. Definitely wet dream worthy, even if you're looking as thin as Lydia right now."

Her eyes ran over Rai, purposefully obnoxiously ogling her.

"How about a tank top and jeans?" she suggested. "I have one of Charlie's old hoodies you can have." Her ex was taller than both of the petite women, and had a far less revealing taste in clothing. The hoodies that she wore would definitely cover most of Rai's angry scarring.

"Go on, dash my hopes of getting to see a hot chick in sexy lingerie. That's fine," she huffed dramatically.

Though she did pause after she said it. "Wonder if I could get Abs into lingerie..." It would certainly make a rather hot sight. Thong or boxer briefs...? Oh, a garter and thigh-highs would look good, too...

"Remind me to call him," she directed idly to Rai as she gestured for her to follow Angela down the hall and back towards the guest bedroom.

The guest room was where all of her exes clothes came to die. If she wasn't feeling particularly malicious and burning them on sight, that was. Her relationship with Charlie was an open one, and when Charlie wanted to go monogamous with her other woman, she and Angela had split on peaceful enough terms.

Thus her clothes came to live in the ex's-clothes-graveyard. She opened a drawer on the chest of drawers in the room and pawed through it until she found a hoodie.

"Let's go find you some jeans."

Leaving the drawer open and messed up, Angela stalked towards her own bedroom.

"Well, I'll just have to pamper you and fatten you up again until you like the look of your tits in lace."

That was likely never going to happen. Angela didn't pamper people. She would help out, though.

The tiny woman perched on the edge of the bed, and just watched Rai for a while. What had happened to her?

Rai had always been about comfort first. Always. But that never stopped her from to least trying to look good. Fake it till you make it had been spoken many times between them on days the felt crap but looked slaying.

She was trying not to think about it, forcing those memories to the back of her mind, burying them under the thoughts of what she wanted to do now that she was out.

They had broken her both physically and mentally, it would take a long while for her to return back to normal, if she could even achieve normal again.

Rai looked up at Angela as she sat down on the bed beside her, reaching out and simply petting her leg, it was just nice to know the woman was real and the physical contact soothed her, even if only this much.

"I'm sure they'll make a reappearance in time."She just needed some time.

She gave the woman's hand a tight squeeze as they fingers interlocked, of all the things she had been denied for the last two year physical contact was the one she had craved most.

"I'll get better as quick as I can, I don't want people to suffer that loss for long." She replied with a weak chuckle, curling in order to the woman, bringing her hand up to nuzzle it against her face.

Rai blinked back potential tears and sat up, she wasn't going to dwell on these thoughts.

"Jeans?"

She asked, distracting herself with the thought of going outside where there was sunshine and people.